They will take her on a journey without a destination, a route of their choosing, not hers. And so she stands naked among them, acquiescing to the ris...ing torrent of their lust.Their hands are a horde that has broken pasture, swarming, never at rest. They pillage her body, its contours, its heights and depths. She is still wearing her knee-length boots. No one has thought to remove them.Ray lifts her up, turns with her and lowers onto the bed. He is naked, his cock as big as she could ever have. Eagle was a full-blooded Osage Indian. He was also a doctor. He had no use for the white man’s riches and went back to practice on the reservation. He was a very happy, dedicated doctor and he loved my sister and his daughters.I know that Sara loved him and their girls. She chose to live with her man with an intense passion that I wish could be bottled and dispensed to all of the married people in the world.The girls were Robin-feather (Robin), 9-years-old and Evening-birdsong (Eve),. Sprinting down the stairs and out of the front door, she put her face in her hands and cried bitterly on the front porch. Will rested on the cold ground by that river. He was exhausted, and every fiber of his being begged for rest. As he lay on the ground, he saw a rustle in the bushes. Still de-sensitized from his earlier experience, he just lay there. He saw a pair of feet step from the bushes, and yet he was unable to move. Go-go away… He muttered, as he drifted off to sleep, his body. Because of the campfire on Monday I was a littlelate, but Natalie was all set up and ready to go. At first I only had topose in my underwear, and she just sketched me as if I were nude. One wasof me as an impish Diana rolling golden apples for her suitor to pursueas he chased her. l looked coy and smug as I toyed with they guy in histoga. "Do I really look like that?" I worried. "In the expression? No,that's just my imagination," Natalie answered. "In your skin? Maybe Ishould have another look.